Leper Pic

That which is put to light.

Leper in alley

or other...

light pinched

open like a

bedroom door.

Flesh as rippling

drizzle on a dim

lake, gummy

sores pocked

away.

The leper

wears a necklace

of black thin

string pulled

through a

nutshell.

Stomping and

thumping in a

monk's threadbare

robe, hooded to

save face...

save for face.

The leper's weather

is always at the

peak of its powers,

elements pass their

notes...as the leper

bucks teeth and

squints.

The first shew to

madhouse saw

the leper through...

a set space where

a torch can throw

around shadows

outside of society.

In the leper's mind

reality states: THIS

IS NOT A TEST...

I REAPEAT...THIS IS

NOT A TEST.

Were you ever an

Emergency Broadcast

System?

Konstantinos Mark